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I see cloak of winter wrapped in foggs of our sighs, in between hopes, in between lies, out of warmth, out of cries. Fortune tells winter- Tomorrow if  I wishfully might die, winter is cold, winter is blind.
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Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
Winter Breaths
I see cloak of winter wrapped in foggs of our sighs, in between hopes, in between lies, out of warmth, out of cries. Fortune tells winter- Tomorrow if  I wishfully might die, winter is cold, winter is blind.
The pain of poor when winter passes by.
#winter#death#blind#lies#warmth#cries#fogg#breath#sigh
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nahin2112
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Nov 27, 2024
Nov 27, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
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